Reason

The thrill of scribbling Expressing a lessened form of exit transferring to a paper and a pencil lodged in a pocket A smile or a frown causes change in topic Yet no different from a hand motion Passing the time, well yea mostly Yet the feeling returns once my mind opens up a bit At the very least I am compelled to mess with the subject Or if I feel lonely or life is being depressing A simple writing could enlughten me and place it in the right direction Having little to no friends or even acquaintances I had to find something to occupy time Or become tortured by my mind and its insecurities I wanted to feel free I wanted to be a bit imaginary But in this realm of 1st dimension I can say I was merely a person Pushing their trouble out into the world With a paragraph of statements And a heart unwavering Lovely haikus